Wild about Weston (The English Brothers Book 5) by Katy Regnery

Author:Katy Regnery [Regnery, Katy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katharine Gilliam Regnery
Published: 2014-12-01T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

“Molly?”

Her face whipped up in surprise, and her dark eyes widened as two splotches of red suddenly colored her cheeks. “Weston! What are you doing here?”

His lips twitched. “It’s my room.”

“Of course,” she said, her voice a little breathless, her palms reaching up to cover her cheeks.

“I thought you were leaving,” he said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. His heart thudded with relief, but he was glad the words sounded casual in his ears.

“I was. I am,” she said, but she didn’t stand up. She sat perched on the edge of his bed, staring at him as he crossed the room toward her. Holding the little purse on her lap, she said, “I left this in your bathroom. It has my valet ticket.”

“Oh.”

“So I came up here to get it.” She shrugged, wetting her lips. Her eyes were weak and wavering, and he swallowed down the hope that he read surrender there too. “But…”

He squatted down before her so she wouldn’t have to strain her neck to look up at him. “But what?’

“I don’t want to go,” she said simply, whispering the words with a fraught, resigned tone, like she was sharing an unpleasant secret. “I just…downstairs? I felt so overwhelmed, so…jealous. I’ve never felt like that before, and it makes no sense because I have no claim to you. But, I—I hated it…”

“Seeing me dancing with Kate?” he asked, holding his breath, his stomach fluttering with urgency.

She nodded. “Yes.”

Weston’s body relaxed and he spoke on a sigh. “I felt the same way when you were dancing with J.C. I wanted to punch something. I couldn’t stand seeing his hands on you.”

Molly’s eyes filled with tears and she swallowed, shaking her head. “I don’t want to feel like this. It feels dangerous. It feels like it could hurt me, and I’ve already been hurt…”

He reached forward, wrestling one of her hands away from the purse she was clutching, white-knuckled, on her lap. “My mother used to say…you can’t help the way you feel. You can only help what you do about it.”

She nodded, letting him entwine his fingers through hers, but kept her eyes cast down. “Which is why I thought I should leave.”

“No.” He shook his head, feeling a wave of tenderness overtake him. “You don’t have to leave. Molly, look at me. Please, look at me, sweetheart. J.C. was having some fun with us, that’s all. It’s not dangerous. I’m not going to hurt you. And I’d love it if you’d stay.”

Her furrowed brows eased a bit, and she took a deep, ragged breath. “You would?”

“It all got horrible again when you left,” he teased, giving her a little grin.

Molly looked concerned, reaching out with her free hand to cup his cheek with her palm. “Did you start thinking about her again? The girl from this morning?”

Terribly distracted by the sweetness of her touch, Weston fought the urge to rest his head in her lap. Instead, he forced himself to pull away

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